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You may open fire when you are ready.  H/t, Boquisucio, natch.  For those who obsess over such things - Bolivian soldier during the Chaco War with Paraguay. 

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"Forward, the Ox Brigade!"

...Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While ox and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death...
 
"Laugh if you want, Gringo, but if necessary, I get to eat STEAK!"
 
ha fdcol beat me to it.

"You may laugh but you get the goat"

"The new Obamatank; also full of it"

 
Old school cowboy diplomacy
 
No bull! I was there
 
Laugh if you will,  but where are the bayonets on your steed? 
 
Mongo takes Sheriff Bart's advice and heads south of the boarder
 
"I might be the FNG, but this just seems wrong."
 
The Obama administration is proud to introduce the first ecologically-friendly, sustainable personnel carrier with no carbon footprint.

 
Dude!  That's a rambling methane factory!
 
"Hey, any landing you can walk away from... ."
 
Uhhhh, Mike? The airplane-in-a-tree caption contest was *last* year...
 
Oh yeah, and when was the last time that you saw Hubert chew his cudd, eh UnkaBill?
 
Mine resistant burro.
 
Fred - that's... droll.
 
...the arrival of Butch and Sundance caused a rapidly escalating spiral of improvements in local law enforcement...
 
I wonder what's Bessy's NSN?
 
"That's the last time I sass the Sgt Major."

Since he has a rifle, would he not be a dragoon?

And...I don't think that's a Bessy...a Burt maybe. A fixed Burt.
 
and when was the last time that you saw Hubert chew his cudd [sic], eh UnkaBill?

Only things Hubert chewed were some branches and palm fronds in a really *tight* LZ (okay, well, technically, it was a *PZ*, because I was extracting some folks who were in kind of a hurry).

Scared the daylights out of me because two mains hitting palm fronds sound *exactly* like an AK going off 24 feet away, and the closest bad guys I'd *seen* firing at us were still 75 feet away.

SEAL teams *liked* me, for some strange reason...
 
Dunno if we can say the same for Carborundum...

 
Don't feel too sorry for him. While I was drinking lukewarm PBR out of rusty cans, *he* usually ordered JD and Coke with genuine ice cubes.

'Cept for the fifth time I got shot down -- he just grabbed my canteen cup, scooped everything off the middle shelf and sat down in a corner.
 
The mental picture of a good spirit under the influence of "evil" (according to some) spirits tickles my humor.

One imagines he was less than discriminating, so that Mad Dog was intermingled with Glenlivet.

Without ice...

 
That wasn't as bad as the Old Undershirt mixed with green crème de menthe..

Hey, the nurses dropped by once in a while -- we *had* to have Grasshopper mixin' stuff...
   
Yer guys begging you to spare the giant pot plant was the bestest and crazyest of all of the Chief Bill stories. Your reactions to their remarks, as you recounted them, made for maximum funnyness.  I mean, nobody actually got shot on that particular occasion, right?